| We're going on a cruise... We're going on a cruise... WE'RE GOING ON A CRUISE!!! and all I can think about is how I'm going to miss the opening weekend of Stranger Than Fiction. 
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| Love, Love, Love. Love, Love, Love. Love, Love, Love. 
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| my heart aches. this time it's not because of somebody, but for somebody. my heart aches for all those young hearts who learn love the hard way. those hearts that may become bitter and hard. and those hearts who will later realize what they just did and what it will later mean. oh my heart aches. i don't want to have kids anymore. |
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| - I am trying to break your heart As I die
slowly
You sit beside me
sprinkling salt
into my open wounds. |
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| What's in a name?
Barbara Rae Adaya Duffy
Barbara Adaya Duffy
Barbara Rae Duffy
Barbara Duffy
How white does that sound??? If someone met me for the first time, and they had already met Mark, I would be introduced as Barbara Duffy - and they would see a lil Filipino girl instead of some stuffy looking old woman. Doesn't it sound old??? and white??? Yeah, some of the stuff running through my mind... |
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